The cruel beauty of the attacking giant

You can search for "The Cruel Good Search Novels of Attacking Giants (www.soxs.cc)" in Baidu to find the latest chapters!"Fran, teach me how to cook!" This is the Nth time I made this request to Fran, but..."Training three-dimensional maneuvering is very hard, right? I'll teach you when you are done." Flange answered me like this for the Nth time.

"Next time next time, every time I say that!" This time, I finally exploded my hair intolerably. "It's all excuses for training god horses. I think you just don't want to teach me!"

"Hey, no, it's not..." It seemed that I was frightened by my dissatisfaction complaint. At this time, Fran, who was holding a spatula and looking like a good man at home, was a little at a loss.

"Oh, teach me. Flange is the best, right?" The first wave of offensive was profitable, and I immediately launched the second wave of offensive: holding my thigh and acting like a baby."Teach me, teach me, teach me..."

"Well, teach you!" Fran, who was finally confused by me, poked my forehead helplessly and reluctantly agreed."Yeah! Hurray Hurray Hurray Hurray!"

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I finally got Fran’s consent after stalking, so I put on my apron the next day and stood in front of the stove which was not as clean as a stove: "Go on, Teacher Fran~" Flange’s mouth corner One pump: "Teacher... Okay, now the easiest thing to learn is to cook vegetable soup."

Vegetable soup can actually be understood as the borscht we often drink now, at least in my opinion.According to Fran's instructions, I cut the cabbage, carrots, and potatoes into the boiling water. The kitchen knife in my hand was surprisingly heavy. I felt that I was holding an iron plate instead of a kitchen knife.Lifting it up hard, and then almost effortlessly holding the kitchen knife down with it, scream!The carrot in his hand broke at the sound, and a clear liquid like tears slowly leaked from the knife edge.

"How tired! Why is this kitchen knife so heavy!" After cutting the last piece of potato, I dropped the kitchen knife, and moved my sore right hand depressedly...

"There is no way, there is only this kind of kitchen knife, let's just do it, Miss!" Fran patted my head and laughed, "And, isn't this just going to help you practice your arm strength, right?"

"...Flange, ill-intentioned!"

I sorted out the diced vegetables of different sizes on the chopping board, and I started to boil water.The gurgling sound of water accompanied by a faint steam evaporates into a pure milky white. My eyes are fixed on the thickening mist, and when I look at it floating up and down irregularly, I suddenly feel that cooking is a thing Very enjoyable thing.Strange, why didn't you find it?

"Eh, Fran, do Isabel and Levell cook?" I suddenly became curious and asked enthusiastically, grabbing Fran's apron. Fran seemed to be taken aback by me and was taken aback. It took a long time for the usual smile to appear, "How could that girl, Isabel, calm down and cook, I just beg her not to come to the kitchen to make trouble, as for Levi..." Fran suddenly stopped talking, I Seeing that the expression on his face turned into the color of rotten vegetable leaves like swallowing something unclean.uu library www.uusk.net

"Fran? Fran?" I stretched out my hand and shook in front of his eyes. "Then what, are you all right?"

"It's okay, I just thought of Lewell's few black history." Fran shook his head with a wry smile, and pointed to the pot again: "The water is boiling."

"Hey!" I hurriedly uncovered the lid of the pot and poured the diced vegetables one by one, while turning back to ask Fran: "What the hell is this history?"

"Don't mention it!" Fran rubbed his dazzling blond hair, showing a dumbfounded expression: "I remember teaching Levier to cook before, but I didn't arrange things for the guy. When I turned around, I saw him wearing a cleaning suit. He started to clean with a broom, mop, and rag, and he said, "The stove is not bright enough and dusty." That's fine. When he started learning, he actually poured disinfectant into the pot!"

"Where!?" The impact of the news was too strong, my hand shook, all the vegetables fell into the pot, and the hot water splashed on the back of my hand.Grinding my teeth and covering the back of my red hand, I asked Fran in astonishment: "Why!"

"The dishes may not be clean, so pour some disinfectant water to sterilize them, and you won't get sick after eating them." Flange explained Levier's expression as he spread his hands together and calmly explained.If it weren't for Fran's eyes and hands to hold me quickly, I'm afraid I'm going to fall into the pot.My God, Levier, has your head been pinched by a door panel? We are humans, not Xiaoqiang!!!

"It's dinner!" Fran and I brought the soup to the table. I smiled and said, "This is my craft, how often does it happen."

"Hey, Lingyin did it, so I look forward to it!" Isabel took a sip, and a surprise appeared in her brown eyes: "Not bad, the ringtone is so powerful!"

"Really? Then I'll do something next time." A little sense of accomplishment spread in my heart, and I looked at Levier, who had been quiet, "Would you like to try it?"

"Yeah." Lewell lightly tapped his chin, and I took a bowl and handed it to him. Seeing him drinking without a word, I felt a little nervous.

"What are you doing so nervously, is it possible that you gave me poison?" Lewell saw my nervousness at a glance, and he put down the bowl jokingly.

"That's not it!" I flushed, "How about it!"

"It's not bad." Lewell suddenly showed an imperceptible smile. "Really, it's not bad."